But Nie Hexiang’s excited voice abruptly ceased.
Like a runaway wild horse, she charged toward Azhen, even stumbling, toppling the unsteady Azhen to the ground.
The next second, Azhen’s twisted and bloodied limbs stretched out, like the tentacles of a squid, tightly wrapping around Nie Hexiang, preventing her from breaking free, "Ah! Ah... Ah!!"
"Mr. Chu! Mr. Chu, save !"
At this mont, Nie Hexiang couldn’t see with her eyes, but the tactile sensations on her body couldn’t lie, the icy feeling almost freezing her stiff.
Standing not far away, Yang Xiao coldly watched everything unfold, slowly backing away, silent; he didn’t wish to spoil Azhen’s fun at this mont.
Things happened almost as he expected. After taking control of Nie Hexiang, Azhen didn’t kill her imdiately but instead enveloped her and began to move backward slowly. Monts later, Azhen’s back pressed against the wall, which unexpectedly changed and suddenly bore a door.
This door imdiately caught Yang Xiao’s attention, appearing old-fashioned and not part of this new building but rather a door from the old three-story teaching building, which Yang Xiao had seen not long ago.
As Azhen moved back, the door that appeared out of nowhere slowly opened, and the next second, Yang Xiao’s eyes widened. He saw a classroom appear behind the door, with desks and chairs. At that mont, several students were sitting with their backs to them, attending class.
They wore ill-fitting, old-fashioned red-striped school uniforms, the sa style as on Azhen. Even more chilling for Yang Xiao was recognizing these students, despite only seeing their backs. He still could identify them.
Luo Zhaoqing, Xiang Xiaolin, Tang Cui, and that mber of the film crew with the golden skull earring, who, if he rembered correctly, was commonly called Xiao Wu.
These people... these were all individuals who had disappeared before, and now they had all been pulled into this place, playing the role of students in this classroom!
Because of the angle, Yang Xiao couldn’t see the front half of the classroom, including the situation on the teaching stage.
But looking carefully, the students seed as rigid as elentary schoolers, sitting upright. He could imagine that they must be staring intently at the podium, listening closely.
Sothing flickered on the classroom floor, catching Yang Xiao’s attention. It was a shadow, which he deduced to be cast by the light from the teacher at the podium.
And this shadow, at just a casual glance, was exceedingly weird. The proportion of the shadow’s neck was oddly large, nearly one and a half heads in length, and at this mont the shadow was writhing non-stop, as if squeezing toward the door.
It was only then that Yang Xiao realized the danger. Nie Hexiang’s abduction didn’t an the danger was over; the individual in the classroom was the real threat, Azhen was rely his puppet.
With that in mind, he decided to imdiately end his gaze, fearing that a longer look would prompt the ghost teacher to take him away as well.
The thought was sound, but the implentation faced trouble. Yang Xiao discovered with horror that he couldn’t control his facial movents; his body was stiff, incapable of such simple actions as turning his head or even closing his eyes.
"Damn it, I was careless..." Yang Xiao’s heart sank. He hadn’t anticipated that just a few extra glances would now bring trouble to his doorstep.
It was rely curiosity that led him to gather as many clues as possible, not expecting that danger was also lurking.
Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as Nie Hexiang was dragged by Azhen into the classroom, while the twisted shadow in the classroom stretched further toward the door.
In the mont when the shadow touched Nie Hexiang, her violent struggle and blood-curdling screams all stopped.
With a vacant expression, as if the essence of life was drained from her, a horrifying scene then unfolded before Yang Xiao’s eyes. Nie Hexiang got up from the ground, and at the sa ti, Xiang Xiaolin, Luo Zhaoqing, and others also rose, like puppets with programd actions, moving the classroom tables and chairs aside, leaving only an old wooden desk with a chair on top.
Then Nie Hexiang, with rigid steps, walked over, climbed the desk, then stood on the chair, standing straight. She tied a knot with a sleeve of an old school uniform, hung it over her head, and then put her head through it, just tight enough to wrap around her neck.
The next second, Nie Hexiang kicked out; the desk and chair imdiately toppled, and she was suspended mid-air. At that mont, she suddenly ca to her senses, flailing wildly in mid-air.
Her gaze involuntarily turned towards the podium direction, as if witnessing sothing utterly terrifying, her body beca rigid, even forgetting to struggle.
Yang Xiao couldn’t imagine the impact this scene would have had on her.
Shortly after, several figures converged, one after another grasping Nie Hexiang’s legs, dangling beneath her like ornants.
One, two, three... more and more people gathered under Nie Hexiang, increasing the weight, and the fragile neck couldn’t bear the force, soon beginning to deform, stretching unnaturally like an elastic band, visibly lengthening at a pace identifiable by the naked eye. This bizarre scene defied the laws of physics, and Yang Xiao didn’t know how to explain it; he only felt terror and shock.
Reflecting on the ghost teacher’s lengthy neck, Yang Xiao dared not think about what he must have undergone before his death. Could he too have been killed this way, surrounded by many, and pulled to death?
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